Redefining the dunk tank

Spring cleaning time on my phone. This picture was taken back in Jan '09.

Bush is in the center of the booth. There's no water involved. Just a big pile of shoes. I believe you can throw your own as well. The organizers yells "8 years of anger and frustration gone in 8 seconds of therapy."

I watched a radio show

You heard that right. It was a radio show and I watched it. I've been listening to NPR's Wait, Wait... Don't Tell Me show for about two years now. If they're not already on your podcast list head on over there, pronto. They promise you a raucous good time. It says so on the show notes.

Ok. It's a radio show. You're wondering how I listened with my eyes. It's simple, the show happened to take place at Berkeley last night. I have a friend who happens to work at Cal Performances (thanks Joe Y.!). The planets aligned and I was in row J. And wouldn't you know it, I sat right behind the guest of honor Frederica von Stade. I am not a big opera fan but she did sing a bit of Star Trek theme song.

From what I saw the show runs on spontaneity. The audience also asked about it after the show. The host explained after taping that they actually have a script. Things like the quiz show and the brief interview of the special guest are written beforehand. The panelist have a bit at the end that's also pre written. And that's it. Everything else is sharp wit and radio magic.

Dolphins!!

I guess I don't get out enough, but I saw DOLPHINS! In Half Moon Bay! Aren't Dolphin indigenous to Holiday Inns?

We also saw plenty of "full moons" from unabashed surfers.

[Update] I probably have the wrong kind of dolphins too, but they were as close as where those waves were.